Leif received a baseball and a mit from one of his school friends for his birthday. He has been aching to get out and throw the ball around. The other day I sent him outside to "get started" and then I would be out shortly after.
Within seconds he was back in.
"Apparently," he starts (I love the way he uses this word), "when I threw the ball it disappeared."
"Where did you throw it?" I asked him.
"North," he tells me. (AB and I are stifling laughter - I didn't know he knew directions."
"Did you throw it over the neighbor's fence?" I asked him.
"No," he answers, "I SAID I threw it North!"
(Ball is still missing.)